22,000 Days


I am not yet who I was meant to be

in 22,000 days

My steps are slower, my muscles convulsive

in 22,000 days

I’ve burned with passion, I’ve walked all alone

in 22,000 days

Promises made, promises still broken

in 22,000 days

Today is ending, tomorrow’s long-gone

in 22,000 days

It is both dangerous and easy to hate man as he is because he is not what he ought to be.

If we do not first respect what he is we will never suffer him to become what he ought to be: in our impatience we do away with him altogether – Thomas Merton

Be patient with me, find my heart, graft my soul

sans 22,000 days


Copyright 2017 (my verses)

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